Where My Crazies Are

My friend Emily recently posted a blog project she found about HOME, and it really struck a cord with me. She wrote all about HOME and what it means to her. I realized home has very different meanings for everyone. I immediately think of 2 places, my home with Josh and my parent's home.

For Me home is...the way my husband’s beard tickles my face. My Nanny braiding my hair. Week long birthday celebrations. Big cups of coffee. Where I dance. The smell of my dad’s cherry pipe tobacco. The leaves changing in fall. The place I will raise my children one day. Wearing comfortable clothes. Waking up next to him. Where I can sing as loud as I want. Big holiday dinner tables packed with family. Dogs taking over the bed. Walking through the door after a long day and being greeted a kiss. Where I can act like a child. Long talks on the back deck. The sound of football games roaring through the house. The smell of Josh's cologne. Home is where my family is.

Here are some of my favorite phrases from the blog project...

What does HOME mean to you?